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’
All
right
,
’
he
said
.
’
Fine
.
We
all
do
what
we
can
.
I
just
hope
Mort
has
come
up
with
some
ideas
.
’
’
It
’
s
hard
to
have
confidence
in
a
ghost
,
’
said
Keli
.
’
He
walks
through
walls
!
’
’
I
’
ve
been
thinking
about
that
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
It
’
s
a
puzzle
,
isn
’
t
it
?
He
walks
through
things
only
if
he
doesn
’
t
know
he
’
s
doing
it
.
I
think
it
’
s
an
industrial
disease
.
’
’
What
?
’
’
I
was
nearly
sure
last
night
.
He
’
s
becoming
real
.
’
’
But
we
’
re
all
real
!
At
least
,
you
are
,
and
I
suppose
I
am
.
’
’
But
he
’
s
becoming
more
real
.
Extremely
real
.
Nearly
as
real
as
Death
,
and
you
don
’
t
get
much
realler
.
Not
much
realler
at
all
.
’
’
Are
you
sure
?
’
said
Albert
,
suspiciously
.
’
Of
course
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
’
Work
it
out
yourself
if
you
like
.
’
Albert
looked
back
at
the
big
book
,
his
face
a
portrait
of
uncertainty
.
